Tuesday night, after I resolved to procrastinate cleaning until the weekend, Daddy called and asked if I could take the chicken out of the freezer for dinner. (Yes, it has occurred to me that I should do less complaining about the man that regularly serves me home cooked meals. Anyway…)
I realized I hadn’t been in the kitchen in several weeks, and it was more disgusting than I’d remembered. I saw what looked like half a peapod smushed on the counter, and that was it.
I went back upstairs, got my fancy vacuum cleaner, and finally started attacking parts of the house that I’ve been meaning to vacuum for months.
The staircase, covered with cobwebs and dust, was the most satisfying part. The worst part was the disgusting blinds, which I really just want to throw out, but am not ready to fight Daddy on that yet. So I tried to vacuum them and… something flew out at me!
Granted, it was a fly and not a bat. But still, I think it was lying dormant and now it’s going to kill me.
…or I could just Obama it. Remember that?
Then the kitchen. Where I also discovered a pile of old mail on the floor behind Daddy’s chair……. sigh…… But I got the peapod that had started this whole battle.
sure, it looks cute until it’s rotting on your counter…
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Finally, I got to the mudroom in the back of the house. When I started vacuuming dust bunnies out of what can only be described as a cartoon mouse hole, I gave up. I’m just too afraid of what I might find back there.
would you really want to clean this?
I don’t know which is worse, the fact that there’s still so much more cleaning to do, or that my dad will never even notice that I did anything.
…or maybe I could just stay with the neighbors for awhile
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Oh well. I think I’ll save both my physical and emotional cobwebs for another day. I know that procrastination is generally frowned on, but I think it’s a legit self-preservation technique (sometimes).
Lol you wrote ‘mudroom’ and my eyes first saw ‘murder room’ and I was like ‘holy shit, Jill. What the hell is going on out there?’
Also the mouse hole looks adorable.
Lol that’s not my real mouse hole but I should decorate it like that.
No murder room, as far as I’m aware… :-O
I really have to start unpacking the boxes that are currently stored in our garage, but when I started a month ago a house centipede ran over my arm and I flew out of that hole like it was on fire. I have yet to return. Procrastination for the win, I say.
Oh. hell. no. See? Centipedes are probably the #1 best excuse for procrastination.
Could you come over here and clean my place too? We’ve been a bit lazy lately and it seems you are good at it!
The dust bunnies are like tumbleweeds……
Phil
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Lol. I’m really not very good at it, but watching dust bunnies disappear is vaguely satisfying.
I suggest you avoid looking under his fridge. Could be lots of scary stuff under there…
Good tip. I’m avoiding under most things at this point.
In the words of my favorite procrastinator “I’ll think about that tomorrow, after all, tomorrow is another day.”
Lol. Love Miss O’Hara. Before her, I never knew you could procrastinate thinking.